Pacific Vortex! (Dirk Pitt 1)

Hunter and Cinana exchanged looks that Pitt had no difficulty in deciphering. If they tried to ignore their uneasiness at having the son of a United States senator sitting in their midst, they failed badly at concealing it.

“Okay, Mr. Pitt, it’s your quarter. We assume you’re here because of the canister. Would you explain how you got it?”

I’m only an errand boy,” Pitt said quietly. “I discovered this while sunbathing on the beach this afternoon. It belongs to you.”

“Well well,” Hunter said heavily. “I’m honored. Why me?”

Pitt looked at the three men speculatively, and set the cylinder, still covered with the bamboo beach mat, on the table. “Inside, you’ll find some papers. One has your name on it.”

There wasn’t a flicker of curiosity in Hunter’s expression.

“Where did you find this thing?”

“Near the tip of Kaena Point.”

Denver hunched forward. “Washed up on the beach?”

Pitt shook his head. “No, I swam out beyond the breakers and towed it in.”

Denver looked puzzled. “You swam beyond the breakers at Kaena Point? I didn’t think it possible.”

Hunter gave Pitt a very thoughtful look indeed, but he passed it off. “May we see what you have there?”

Pitt nodded silently and unwrapped the cylinder, paying scant notice to the damp sand that spilled on the conference table. Then he passed it to Hunter.

“This yellow plastic cover was what caught my eye.”

Hunter took the cylinder in his hands and held it up for the other men to examine. “Recognize it, gentlemen?”

The others nodded.

“You’ve never served on a submarine, Mr. Pitt, or you’d know what a communications capsule looks like.” Hunter set the package down and touched it lightly. “When a submarine wishes to remain underwater and communicate with a surface ship following in her wake, a message is inserted in this aluminum capsule.” As he spoke he gently pulled away the yellow pfastic. “The capsule, with a reef dye marker attached, is then ejected through the submarine’s hull by means of a pneumatic tube. When the capsule reaches the surface, the dye is released, staining several thousand square feet of water, making it visible to the chase ship.”

The fine threads on the cap,” Pitt said slowly, “they were machined to prevent leakage under extreme pressure.”

Hunter gazed at Pitt expectantly. “You read the contents?”

Pitt nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Neither Boland, Cinana, nor Denver comprehended, or even saw, the sickness, the despair, in Hunter’s eyes.

“Would you mind describing what you saw?” Hunter asked, knowing with dread certainty what the answer would be.

Several seconds passed as Pitt silently wished to hell he had never seen that damned capsule, but there was no avenue of escape. One last sentence and he would be rid of the whole discomforting scene. He took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

“Inside you will find a note addressed to you, Admiral. You will also find twenty-six pages torn from the logbook of the nuclear submarine Starbuck.”

The following is a summary of Commander Dupree’s comments, narrated by Admiral Hunter:

There is no explaining the hell of the last five days. I alone am responsible for the change in course that brought my ship and crew to what surely must seem a strange and unholy end. Beyond that, I can only describe as best I can, the circumstances of the disaster-my mind is not functioning as it should.

The fact that Dupree was not in full command of his mental faculties is an astonishing confession from a man whose reputation was built upon a computerlike mind.

At 2040 hours, June 14, we entered the fog bank. Shortly thereafter, with the seabed only ten fathoms beneath our keel, an explosion ripped the ship’s bow, and a roaring torrent of water burst into the forward torpedo compartment, flooding it almost instantly.

The commander did not reveal, if indeed he knew, whether the explosion came from inside or outside the Starbuck’s hull.

Of the full crew, twenty-six had the good fortune to die within seconds. The three still on the bridge, Lieutenant Carter, Seaman Farris, and Metford, we hoped had gotten clear before the ship settled beneath the surface. Tragic events proved otherwise.